Hands in the air! This is an edit!
i have just had my work betta'd, so the story shall be on hold for a short while whilst i correct stuff.
edit 2: this starts in the summer befor fourth year at hogwarts. it is an alternative GOF fic. everything in the book up to this point has happened, and i may or may not change anything after this point (ie, Horcruxes). this story has no real pairing.
disclamer: i hold no rights to anything you recognise. all canon things belong to JKR, and we can squabble over anything else.
An extract from the diary of the Potters: "When performing the summoning spell "accio", if you swish your want to the left, rather than the right, you will achieve a much faster summon"
Harry sat on his bed, in Priver Drive, Little Whinging, reading his History of Magic textbook.
for the seventeenth time that summer.
He had just woken up, and looking blearily at his watch, he saw it was around half six - much to early. only in the last week had he had decided to try and finish at least some homework, but his History of Magic stuff had occupeid all of his attention so far. He still couldn't see how anyone could be able to tell the deference between the Gobbledegook for gold and for death, because as far as Harry could see, it was just the placement of the dot. But Professor Binns insisted they be able to at least read the goblin poem "Bladvak akray narosom", so that's what Harry was doing. He had just reached the good bit (as far as his understanding of Gobledegook went) when a sharp rap came at his window. Glancing up, he frowned at the official looking owl that bore the Gringott's crest on a leather harness around chest.
He walked to the window in his pyjamas, uncaring what the neighbours saw (as it was unlikely they could think any worse of him), let the owl in before it woke the Dursleys, and carried the owl back to his bed. It was a large tawny owl, and was carrying a letter in its beak. Harry took the letter, slit it open with his finger and he began to read aloud.
"To Mr. H. Potter
We at Gringott's Magical Bank ask for your presence at your earliest convenience to go over a matters concerning your parent's will. Please find enclosed a portkey that shall take you directly to Gringotst' foyer."
At this, Harry picked up a large ring with a crest, carved into a stone, set at the top depicting a pottery fire and a lion, and a small note with "Potter family ring" attached, and examined it. The ring itself was rather large, and made of some sort of whitish-blue metal that glimmered in the early light. The stone was a ruby. Harry, being a teenage boy, and therefore not very nright at the best of times, slipped it over his right index finger, then gasped in pain as it shrank to fit his finger, before vanishing. Shaking his hand to rid it of the pins and needles that had run up his arm, Harry continued to read, noticing the continued weight on his finger.
"The portkey is also your family ring, and putting it on will give you access to the Potter family magic and home. Saying the activation phrase 'Gringott's' "
And with that, harry disappeared from Little Whinging, Surrey, with a pop, and was spun through the air to london, leaving behind a disbeleiving Hedwig, and a house of comatose Dursleys
As the invisible ring around Harry's finger sent him spinning towards Gringott's, Harry main thought was that it was REALLY lucky that he didn't sleep naked.